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Текст песни Swishas N My Drank

[Hook]
What it do, what it do lil mama,
I'm on what about you lil mama
Ross rodney, 2 little mamas
And I don't know what I'd do
without my swishas and my drank,
big money in the bank
swishas and my drank,
big money in the bank
swishas and my drank,
big money in the bank

And bitch in here know it's California
And it's 500 for the Arizona
And it's og put you in the coma
You gotta drop a payment, no loaner
Hand stacking and under rock and revolver
Young foreigner baby I'm throwin spirals
All them bitches waiting on my arrival
Get her wet, I think I might need some goggles
Roll the swisher sweet, think it's Rihanna
My sprite eastern pink, that's on my mama
From my teeth to feet, girl it's designer
With my material bitch I call her madonna

[Hook]

She got on true religion, on court ride

Keep a little dish, you know I adore that
When she asking me for money, you know I ignore that
I only spend it on her if she bringing more back
Baby roll the swisher up, I'ma light that
Keep the rivet in my cup, you know I like that
Baby girl let's do it like we from Texas
Let me hit it from the back after breakfast
She ain't got nothin on but the necklace
Party in my pants baby, now you on the guest list
You ain't getting money then you ain't my prefference
I'm in her mouth like a breathmint

[Hook]

Swishas and my drank, so high can't ...
Blings on my face, big money in the bank
She wanna get high, so she can get low
She wanna get high, so she can get low
She wanna get high, so she can get low
She wanna get high, so she can get low
Break it down hoe, break it down hoe

[Hook]